Poppy (to Percy): Hi there, honey. I know I'm the last person you expected to hear from, ever, but I need you to do something. I need you to bring me the letters of transit that I stashed in my room at the monastery. You know where they are.
Percy (to Poppy): Where do you get off asking me for a favor? Do you know how many times I had to ah ah oh my god AH AH to get that letter!?!
Poppy (to Percy): Honey, I know exactly what I DID to get the letters & it wasn't anything like that, so put a sock in it... Just bring them and contact me when you crossover & we'll meet at the café.
Percy (to Poppy): Fine, honey... I remember when you used to be fun.
Three hours later:
Percy (to Poppy): I've crossed over, honey. I'll be at the café in fifteen minutes.
Poppy (to Percy): Perfect, honey. I'll see you shortly.
Twenty minutes later:
Oliver (to Percy): Hi there, can I get you something?
Percy (to Oliver): Hey apron. Who told you, you could make eye contact?
Oliver (to Percy): Oh... uh... no one. I just thought you might like something to drink, you know, since you're in a café.
Vincent (to Percy): Good heavens. Aren't you in a mood?
Percy (to Vincent): Hello, honey. How are things in Ankleville? Did SHE send you to meet me or is this just a happy coincidence?
Vincent (to Percy): I was elected mayor of Ankleville last night. I thought it would be a close race, but my opponent's votes came up a bit short. You can put your hackles back down, Percy. I'm just here for a latte.
Percy (to Vincent): Fine, honey...
Poppy (to Percy): Sorry, I'm late, honey... Oh wait... that sounded insincere...
Percy (to Poppy): By your inflection I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… No. Here's the package you asked for. I need to get back. If the sisters are left alone too long, they start making bibs of mashed potatoes or some other nonsense.
Poppy (to Percy): Hahaha, it's funny 'cause it's true slash sad. Thank you, Percy. (to Vincent) Fancy running into you here, handsome.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. I needed a latte. Sometimes, only steamed milk can start a day off properly. By the blooming of flowers and chirping of birds, I'm assuming Percy is gone? Ooo! Is he ever foul-tempered today.
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry for the run-in with the electric mayhem, but I needed him to bring me something. I would have warned you.
Vincent (to Poppy): It's not your fault, hun. I'm a big enough boy to handle running into my own ex. Hee hee. Well, not literally. He's seems to be taking particular delight in making short jokes lately. :-P I can't tell if he's annoyed we're rooming together, or if he's still upset about being Percy or he's just trying to get me into an argument, so he can feel like the prettiest princess.
Poppy (to Vincent): Who knows, honey? I just wish he'd be a little nicer. Anyway, I'm just glad that he brought me what I asked for sans too much drama. It'll come in handy, if I'm going to be working with you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh? What's that, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): I have blank letters of transit with the Britannia royal seal, among others, that we can use for our little enterprise.
Vincent (to Poppy): You have WHAT? Good heavens! I should say that will come in handy. I have counterfeits but nothing that would stand up to scrutiny. Fortunately, I've never had anyone examine them too closely. I would have been in more trouble for the forgeries than the pirating.
Poppy (to Vincent): I thought you'd like that. I was saving them for something special, but I think this will be a suitable cause. It certainly should help to alleviate some of the stress & danger.
Vincent (to Poppy): Dare I ask how you managed to lay hands on blank letters of transit?
Poppy (to Vincent): I nicked 'em, honey, from a posh merchant's desk a few years ago. He had them sitting in plain sight... I thought he needed to learn a little lesson about security & being prideful. He annoyed me, so I took them.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Spoken like a girl from the Tombs! Well, that's certainly a moment I doubt he's ever forgotten.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I do what I can, honey. Besides, I figured these letters might help to ease Eep's mind, if Mouse is working with us. At least, we can avoid getting arrested... So, what else do you need to get your business up & running again?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. One less reason to get arrested, at least. Let's see, I've got the ship and crew, and the paperwork, thanks to you. All we should need to do, is check the pirate channels, see what people need, check my sources to see if we can get it and make some deliveries. Or, we could sell some of my "off world antiques" to some dealers I know. Not to tell a trade secret, hun, but most of my money comes from scrounging thrift stores on this side for goodies and selling them to dealers and collectors on the other side. There's quite a market for it, you know. Most of the goods running and trading I do is barter and favor based. It's good for karma, but not for cash. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, that's pretty clever & actually explains a few things.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee. Does it? I imagine you wondered how on earth I supported myself doing this without resorting to raids.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, that did make me wonder...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Yes, not quite the life of daring-do the stories would lead you to believe, I'm afraid.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I never believe any of the stories, anyway. You're talking to somebody that made a point of not having stories about them, so I understand completely, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. Well, Alistair would purposefully start rumors about yours truly as a smoke screen. It could get a bit disconcerting. And why do I get the feeling you would have some VERY interesting tales to tell, if you had the mind?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, I wouldn't think of boring you, in comparison to the movies you like, it would be very dull.
Vincent (to Poppy): I doubt I'd be bored, hun, but you don't have to tell me anything which you'd rather not.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I'll tell you anything you want to know, but I'm not very good at storytelling.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, maybe after I get home from work tonight. I'll ply you with rum. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, well I definitely like the plying part, honey. :-p
Percy (to Poppy): Where do you get off asking me for a favor? Do you know how many times I had to ah ah oh my god AH AH to get that letter!?!
Poppy (to Percy): Honey, I know exactly what I DID to get the letters & it wasn't anything like that, so put a sock in it... Just bring them and contact me when you crossover & we'll meet at the café.
Percy (to Poppy): Fine, honey... I remember when you used to be fun.
Three hours later:
Percy (to Poppy): I've crossed over, honey. I'll be at the café in fifteen minutes.
Poppy (to Percy): Perfect, honey. I'll see you shortly.
Twenty minutes later:
Oliver (to Percy): Hi there, can I get you something?
Percy (to Oliver): Hey apron. Who told you, you could make eye contact?
Oliver (to Percy): Oh... uh... no one. I just thought you might like something to drink, you know, since you're in a café.
Vincent (to Percy): Good heavens. Aren't you in a mood?
Percy (to Vincent): Hello, honey. How are things in Ankleville? Did SHE send you to meet me or is this just a happy coincidence?
Vincent (to Percy): I was elected mayor of Ankleville last night. I thought it would be a close race, but my opponent's votes came up a bit short. You can put your hackles back down, Percy. I'm just here for a latte.
Percy (to Vincent): Fine, honey...
Poppy (to Percy): Sorry, I'm late, honey... Oh wait... that sounded insincere...
Percy (to Poppy): By your inflection I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… No. Here's the package you asked for. I need to get back. If the sisters are left alone too long, they start making bibs of mashed potatoes or some other nonsense.
Poppy (to Percy): Hahaha, it's funny 'cause it's true slash sad. Thank you, Percy. (to Vincent) Fancy running into you here, handsome.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. I needed a latte. Sometimes, only steamed milk can start a day off properly. By the blooming of flowers and chirping of birds, I'm assuming Percy is gone? Ooo! Is he ever foul-tempered today.
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry for the run-in with the electric mayhem, but I needed him to bring me something. I would have warned you.
Vincent (to Poppy): It's not your fault, hun. I'm a big enough boy to handle running into my own ex. Hee hee. Well, not literally. He's seems to be taking particular delight in making short jokes lately. :-P I can't tell if he's annoyed we're rooming together, or if he's still upset about being Percy or he's just trying to get me into an argument, so he can feel like the prettiest princess.
Poppy (to Vincent): Who knows, honey? I just wish he'd be a little nicer. Anyway, I'm just glad that he brought me what I asked for sans too much drama. It'll come in handy, if I'm going to be working with you.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh? What's that, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): I have blank letters of transit with the Britannia royal seal, among others, that we can use for our little enterprise.
Vincent (to Poppy): You have WHAT? Good heavens! I should say that will come in handy. I have counterfeits but nothing that would stand up to scrutiny. Fortunately, I've never had anyone examine them too closely. I would have been in more trouble for the forgeries than the pirating.
Poppy (to Vincent): I thought you'd like that. I was saving them for something special, but I think this will be a suitable cause. It certainly should help to alleviate some of the stress & danger.
Vincent (to Poppy): Dare I ask how you managed to lay hands on blank letters of transit?
Poppy (to Vincent): I nicked 'em, honey, from a posh merchant's desk a few years ago. He had them sitting in plain sight... I thought he needed to learn a little lesson about security & being prideful. He annoyed me, so I took them.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Spoken like a girl from the Tombs! Well, that's certainly a moment I doubt he's ever forgotten.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I do what I can, honey. Besides, I figured these letters might help to ease Eep's mind, if Mouse is working with us. At least, we can avoid getting arrested... So, what else do you need to get your business up & running again?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. One less reason to get arrested, at least. Let's see, I've got the ship and crew, and the paperwork, thanks to you. All we should need to do, is check the pirate channels, see what people need, check my sources to see if we can get it and make some deliveries. Or, we could sell some of my "off world antiques" to some dealers I know. Not to tell a trade secret, hun, but most of my money comes from scrounging thrift stores on this side for goodies and selling them to dealers and collectors on the other side. There's quite a market for it, you know. Most of the goods running and trading I do is barter and favor based. It's good for karma, but not for cash. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, that's pretty clever & actually explains a few things.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee. Does it? I imagine you wondered how on earth I supported myself doing this without resorting to raids.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, that did make me wonder...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Yes, not quite the life of daring-do the stories would lead you to believe, I'm afraid.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I never believe any of the stories, anyway. You're talking to somebody that made a point of not having stories about them, so I understand completely, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. Well, Alistair would purposefully start rumors about yours truly as a smoke screen. It could get a bit disconcerting. And why do I get the feeling you would have some VERY interesting tales to tell, if you had the mind?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh honey, I wouldn't think of boring you, in comparison to the movies you like, it would be very dull.
Vincent (to Poppy): I doubt I'd be bored, hun, but you don't have to tell me anything which you'd rather not.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I'll tell you anything you want to know, but I'm not very good at storytelling.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, maybe after I get home from work tonight. I'll ply you with rum. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, well I definitely like the plying part, honey. :-p
